... just a turk ...

Mello. Everyone. Survive.

There are many strange sights in this city. It is a good thing that it is always changing in this way.

( ring, ring. )

I find myself with a question on the city. Who does it need?

Is the sky clearing finally?

[Harlock is seen sitting a few feet from the computer. As usual, the landscape of Elysium is stretched out behind him -- probably in one of the higher offices. Without any nod or indication that he is doing this for a set audience, he takes out an ocarina to play. The melody and song itself has no real meaning, seemingly random, but there is a distinct feeling of loss felt.

Instrument sent to the side, next to a bottle of red wine. A large bird flies from its perch, apparently behind the computer, to sit at his legs. Its head tilted down in an more than obvious sign of sorrow.]

... Eve.

And the skies continue to cloud.

So. It seems like I'll live to fight another day.

Still, blessing or curse, I will continue to do what I think is right and never regret my actions.

( [filter: Reno | 95% hackable] )

( [filter: Dilandau | 95% hackable] )

( [filter: Eve | 95% hackable] )

( [filter: Prussia | 95% hackable | German] )

How's My Driving?

♦ Concerns?
♦ Issues?

Comment, my good fellow.

[filter: vargret | 95% hackable]

Looks like you could use some air support.

[filter: reno | 95% hackable]

Regardless what the man says, we're going. This isn't about power struggles. It's about the lives that are being lost.

[filter: eve | 95% hackable]

Stay here in Elysium.

[Stands staring out at the cityscape of Elysium. He lifts a glass of red wine to its beauty before quickly downing the entire drink. The glass leaves his hand and crashes onto the floor. Even so, he doesn't move to pick it up, but continues to stare at the buildings in the horizon.]

voice mail;
You have reached the voice mail of Captain Harlock. I will return. Leave a message.

e-mail;
TO: <flyingfree@turkdatabase.net>
FROM:
SUBJECT;

Age: Early thirties.
Height: 6"
Weight: 145 lbs.
Eyes: Brown.
Hair: Brownish-red.

Medical info: Missing his right eye -- presumably scarred skin around said eye. Scar across his face and various other scars on his body from either aerial dogfights or just general wars that he fought in.

What's okay to mention around him: Nothing that denotes that you are against justice and the freedom of others. Or desire to hurt those he considers friends or weak. He might take offense to that.

Notes for the psychics: Another closed book. Harlock keeps most of his thoughts to himself, locked safely away. Still, it may be disorienting because he has various memories of his ancestors' lives floating around with his own memories.

Abilities: See here.

Can I shapeshift/bodyswap/spit at/step on/etc?: Anything is fine with me.

Hugging/kissing/other non-violent physical contact: Sure. He'll not be for it, though. And politely push the person away with a kind smile.

Maim/murder/death: Go ahead. Just let me know ahead of time?

( once a soldier )